The Vault: Headless Headsman’s Axe
“The Headless Headsman’s Axe!” he says. “Cuts right through the soul, leaves the body tidy.”
I squinted at it. “That’s a club,” I said.
The Vault: Bow Staff
“I said a bo staff, not a bleedin’ bow staff!”
The Vault: Hurry Cane
I give the stick a waggle. “Go on then,” I says. Next thing I know, me feet’s buzzin’, and I’m tearin’ down the road fast as a horse.
The Vault: Spellbookler
Next thing, spell pages be flyin’ loose, mergin’, and I find meself shrouded in a mystical glow.
The Vault: Deck of the Card Shark
The air went all crackly-like, the way it does before a storm, and then out comes the Card Shark, me own personal guardian.
The Vault: Bag of Bricks
But then I clocked it: the bag o’ bricks, just sittin’ there beggin’ to be nicked. I swiped it quick. With it I could magic brick panels out o’ nuffink it were.
Monster I’d Like to Fight: Grave Drummer
That loud buzzing noise is the first sign of a nearby grave drummer, a giant insect that is seeking to find hosts, either dead or alive, to carry its larvae.
The Vault: Snake Oil
“Tells you what, mate. Got a special brew. Snake oil, they calls it. Kills the pain, perks you right up, even sorts poison. Just a silver.”
The Vault: Hat of Disgust
It’s gotta be magic right, belongin’ to a hag an’ all? Makes folks sick just lookin’ at it.
Monster I’d Like to Fight: Shadow Priests
Hiding with the shadows of every town and city is a secretive order of priests, manipulating society from hiding to carry out their deities goals.